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Not quite before breakfast, but I ate while I wrote. Only 1329 words on the new chapter (34!). Stopped because I need to think about what happens next. What happened here was a report about a coal miners' strike in the lands owned by Yanek's biological brothers. What happens later in the chapter is a general strike by the workers in the city where Yanek is now. What happens in between is a complicated puzzle piece. And somehow all of this has to actually be about Yanek's ultimate relationship to a wild sow earth spirit. And he still needs to get his soldier's discharge pay and buy a new drum, and yes the drum needs to be gotten before the strike happens, so maybe that's next.
You know those books where there's like three characters and all the action takes place within twenty-four hours and on the premises of one particular building?
Thios book is the opposite of that.
on another front: due to a miscommunication with an office worker at the doctor's office, instead of ordering my knee xrays I appear to have gotten a huge slice of my written medical records. It's pretty interesting, to me: the interesting part is that it would look really boring to an outsider. Considering all the conditions I'm diagnosed with, and the medications and behaviors I've undertaken to address them, I am a healthy, boring person. My latest labs are sterling -- middle of the middle, totally unremarkable. Except the colitis, which is mild. Oh, and my lumbar MRI reveals "moderately severe" stenosis of different kinds at several different vertebrae, but we all know that means nothing (really, people with horrible MRIs can be limber and painfree, while people with nothing showing at all can be crippled and suffering). Even the surgeon who proposed to replace my knee joints couldn't really make that strong a case for it now that I've read her notes.
All the notes, by the way, every single one of them, say "looks well and is not in distress." Which means, I guess, that it is a formula, since that's three doctors and a physical therapist.
Another note: the surgeon said the right knee was worse and proposed to operate on that one firstbut it doesn't hurt at all these days: it's only the left that hurts ever, now.
The next thing I do will be to work in the garden and talk to Bonnie, then I'll run errands, go dancing, and write a little before bed, probably on one of the other little projects.
You know those books where there's like three characters and all the action takes place within twenty-four hours and on the premises of one particular building?
Thios book is the opposite of that.
on another front: due to a miscommunication with an office worker at the doctor's office, instead of ordering my knee xrays I appear to have gotten a huge slice of my written medical records. It's pretty interesting, to me: the interesting part is that it would look really boring to an outsider. Considering all the conditions I'm diagnosed with, and the medications and behaviors I've undertaken to address them, I am a healthy, boring person. My latest labs are sterling -- middle of the middle, totally unremarkable. Except the colitis, which is mild. Oh, and my lumbar MRI reveals "moderately severe" stenosis of different kinds at several different vertebrae, but we all know that means nothing (really, people with horrible MRIs can be limber and painfree, while people with nothing showing at all can be crippled and suffering). Even the surgeon who proposed to replace my knee joints couldn't really make that strong a case for it now that I've read her notes.
All the notes, by the way, every single one of them, say "looks well and is not in distress." Which means, I guess, that it is a formula, since that's three doctors and a physical therapist.
Another note: the surgeon said the right knee was worse and proposed to operate on that one firstbut it doesn't hurt at all these days: it's only the left that hurts ever, now.
The next thing I do will be to work in the garden and talk to Bonnie, then I'll run errands, go dancing, and write a little before bed, probably on one of the other little projects.
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